Mala Prensa

Sometimes it seems that the world has gone mad with its own ambitions - everyone is rushing around, expressing their opinions, earning money, flashing their teeth on screen. And somewhere between the adverts and the news, there is a quiet reminder: dreaming is still free. With age comes a strange clarity - nothing passes without a trace, but all the bad things go away too. Adulthood ceases to be a tragedy and becomes a backdrop. And in this backdrop there is a bright irony: let the politicians and champions make noise, as long as the music is playing, everything is not so bad. After all, there is someone you can count on - even if it's just a song that comes on at the right moment and says, ‘I'm here, until the end.’